If you've been a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL) for a while, you'll know from time to time, I have gone across to Detroit, Michigan, USA.
While I rarely go shopping while across the border, I usually have lunch, there. Sometimes at another restaurant that possibly we no longer have in Canada, but usually I enjoy a meal at my favourite Mexican restaurant.
Over the past few weeks, my friend C, who is wheelchair bound, had been talking about going to Detroit.
In the past, when we worked as real estate partners, and even before this, we and other friends used to go to Mexican Town, as an afternoon getaway. Usually, when we wanted to discuss business in the process.
Now that a couple of our friends have died, and now that C is no longer working, life has changed. Well, for C, it is mostly due to having to rely on a wheelchair to get around.
Recently, during our conversations, C suggested we go across for a tasty lunch at Mexican Town Restaurant. My favourite restaurant across the border.
For several weeks, I have put off the conversation about doing this, convinced I could not take C across the border with me. Oh, not because he can't go, because certainly, he can.
Mainly, it was because I was nervous about C transferring into my van. And, even more importantly, with regards to my own health, finding a way to get his wheelchair into my van, without me hurting myself.
C recently obtained a lightweight chair, that he kept trying to convince me I would be able to lift, with no problem. At first, I thought there was no way I could do this, but at his insistance, I finally agreed.
So, on Wednesday, August 22nd, I dropped by to pick him up. Yes, he managed to transfer into my vehicle. Then, I folded up the lightweight chair and lifted into the back of my van.
Yikes! I thought it was going to kill me, doing this!
I wasn't sure what hurt worse. My hernia, or my neck/shoulder/arm and back?
Immediately, I knew I should not have even made an attempt to do this. I'm not sure if C believed me, about my pain, but it made no difference. He and his chair was loaded in my van, at this point in time.
Even though I was in pain, I silently prayed as we made our way to the bridge.
I thanked God for helping me. I knew that without Him, I couldn't have done what I had just done. I thanked Him, for making a way where there seemed to be no way.
This reminded me of Isaiah 43:19, "Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert."
Now, I realize that this verse talks about wilderness and rivers. But, that is not the important part of this verse. To me, the most important part is, that God will make a way... And, for this I am thankful. And, was thankful, even that day.
There is more to be said about my international daytime excursion, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.
Until next time...
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